We’re all different. You are a dreamer. He is very thoughtful. She is the sensitive one. They are straight. and I’m ... well, I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
me, hebba, loves you in reality- dearest. :))) not in dreams. yes, imagination is our wings to fly out of the clouded sky we live under :) havent i told you i wished to be a bird when i grow up?
I am a sensitive and emotional person but wise enough. I see there is no need to close my eyes, I love looking at the world around me in order to see and understand as much as I can. I couldnt ever undrestand faith, I think no one could ever understand it but everyone was experiencing it, it's an inexplicable immersion in the blackest night. Miracles couldnt be explained either, but they existed for those who believed in them and I believe in them. Well, none of us knows what might happen even the next minute, and yet still we go forwards...
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All I know is that you love me ... in my dreams.
Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use imagination, our possibilities become limitless...
me, hebba, loves you in reality- dearest. :)))
not in dreams.
yes, imagination is our wings to fly out of the clouded sky we live under :)
havent i told you i wished to be a bird when i grow up?
if ba2a.
and there is always the second scenario of "i have never told you...."
Love you too Bossboss ♥
Yes, you did :D
what are you doing up so late :))))
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